Chapter 30
Chapter Thirty
Adeline
I feel him position himself before sinking into me.
This angle is a lot deeper as his pelvis hits my ass with each thrust. The only sounds are skin hitting flesh.
Cyrus grips my chin, making me look up as he kisses me.
Eli’s grip on my hips tightens as his nails dig into my flesh.
I moan into Cyrus’s mouth, his tongue playing with mine, and I grab his cock through his pants.
I tug on them, wanting him to take them off, and he kicks them off.
Eli slows his movements before pulling out, and I move between Cyrus’s legs, kissing his manhood and running my tongue over his shaft.
Cyrus moves my hair from my face, and I feel Eli move between my legs before feeling his cock slide between my lips and plunging into me. My walls clench around him tightly.
“Fuck!” I hear him groan out.
I suck on Cyrus’s cock before taking him deeper into my mouth, sucking on his aroused flesh as Eli slowly thrusts in and out, making me moan.
Cyrus’s grip tightens on my hair as he shoves me down on his cock, and I have to force my throat to relax to take him down the back of my throat, my eyes watering at the intrusion as I find my rhythm, my saliva coating his length as it slips between my lips.
Reaching back, I grip Eli’s hip wanting him to move faster.
He picks up his pace, the feeling in my stomach building, and I let his hip go to keep my balance as he pounds into me.
I feel his hand move over my ass before feeling his thumb press to the tight muscles of my ass.
I push back against him, my juices spilling onto my thighs as he fucks me.
My walls flutter around his hard length, and I feel the familiar tightening sensation of my orgasm building when he pushes his thumb into my ass.
Cyrus’s grip on my hair tightens, and I feel my orgasm wash over me, making me moan around his cock.
Eli’s movement becomes jerky and erratic as he chases his own release.
My orgasm washes over me in waves before I feel Cyrus’s hot seed spill into my mouth at the same time.
Eli stills. My pussy milks his cock as my walls flutter around him, his seed coating my insides.
I feel Eli pull out, and I collapse on the bed.
Exhaustion is taking over, and I feel Cyrus lean over me, kissing the side of my face.
Feeling the bed dip, my eyes open to see Eli now has pants on.
He reaches over with a cloth in his hand; the cloth is warm and wet as he presses it between my legs, cleaning me.
“You feel better now?” he asks, and I nod as I yawn sleepily.
“Much better,” I tell him, my eyes feeling heavy as they close.
I feel the bed dip on both sides before I am pulled against Cyrus, his hand resting on my hip, and I drift off into the oblivion of sleep.
* * *
Waking the next morning to them getting up for work, I roll on my side and see Cyrus walk out with a suit on.
“Go back to sleep. We have meetings all day, and you still have a temperature,” Cyrus says, kissing the side of my face.
Eli walks in with a tray. He sets it down on the bedside table before handing me the juice. He, too, is also in a suit, dressed and ready for work.
“We should be back by three. I am trusting you won’t leave?”
“And go where? It would take me all day to walk into the city,” I tell him, and he leans down, pecking my lips.
“Get some rest,” he says, walking out along with Cyrus.
I eat my jam toast before lying back down and snuggling beneath my blanket and falling back asleep. I feel like shit, like I am hungover. I sleep for a few hours, waking to somebody banging loudly on the door.
Is it the mailman? I wonder as I climb out of bed.
I quickly throw a dressing gown on. The banging gets worse as I make my way down the stairs.
“Hang on. I’m coming, geez,” I call out, walking down the steps.
Opening the door, I see Sam. I am startled for a second before remembering he is coming over. A smile lights up my face as he steps closer, wrapping his arms around me and hugging me close. I hug him back, looking down the driveway nervously.
“Sam, you shouldn’t be here. They will pick up your scent,” I tell him, suddenly nervous about him being here.
I’ve missed him, missed having him in my life, but now, with the bond growing stronger, I feel like I am betraying my mates.
“Don’t worry about it,” he says, holding up a can of something and spraying it all over him.
I cough and splutter on it; it smells like fly spray, making me gag on the fumes.
“What is that shit?” I ask, choking.
“We use it to mask our scents,” he says with a shrug.
I open the door, letting him in, before walking to the kitchen. I flick on the kettle, needing caffeine.
“Coffee?” I ask, and he nods, looking around the kitchen and dining room.
“Place is so… so…”
“Clean?” I offer, and he nods.
“Yeah, Cyrus has a thing about dust,” I tell him, and he looks at me.
He sits down on one of the stools facing me, and I hand him his coffee.
“So, what’s it like living with monsters?” he asks, and I stare at him.
I don’t like how he’s said that; for some reason, it grinds my gears.
He puts his hands up in mock surrender; something on my face must have alerted him I was not pleased by his words.
“Settle. I was only messing around. You are starting to like them, aren’t you?” he asks, and I say nothing.
He sighs. “I suppose it can’t be helped. The bond makes you oblivious to what they are.”
“I am fully aware of what they are, Sam. You don’t have to keep reminding me.”
“Are you, though, Ada? Do you truly know the monsters you live with?”
“They are people, Sam—”
“No, Ada, we are people. They are monsters. Monsters that prey on the weak.”
“They don’t kill people. Enough of this.”
“They have killed plenty. Just because they have you fooled doesn’t mean I don’t see what they truly are.”
“Did you come here just to trash-talk them, Sam? Because if you did, you should leave.”
“Wow, they got you good, didn’t they? You fuck them yet? Is that why you’re acting like this?” he asks, standing up and brushing my hair back to look at my mark.
He glares at Eli’s mark before sitting down.
“What I do with them is none of your business. They’re my mates.”
“They are not your mates, Ada. You need to leave them and come home with me. I can protect you from them. We can have a future together,” Sam says.
Is he serious?
For years, he refused to step into a relationship with me, always left it to fuck buddies, and the moment someone else shows interest, he wants to stake a claim to me.
I shake my head. “No, you should leave, Sam. We aren’t together, and they will be back soon. Just go. I don’t want to see you get hurt.”
“They won’t hurt me, Ada, but if you want me to go, I will. Just think about what I said. We can be together. You would be safe.”
I say nothing. For years, I’ve loved Sam, and it’s never been the right time, always stepping back as soon as I would show any real interest, and now that I am with someone else, he comes in, disturbing everything, confusing me.
“I will come back tomorrow. Stay home if you want to see me,” he says before kissing my cheek. “I love you, Ada. I always have.”
I hear the front door shut. He leaves, leaving me more confused. Is it only the bond keeping me tied to them, or am I in love with them? Everything about it is confusing. Being with Sam will be easy, but is that what I want?
Sam leaves, and I return to the room before deciding to do some housework.
I spend most of the day cleaning, paranoid his scent is lingering around the house.
That they will somehow know he is here even though he’s only gone into the foyer and kitchen.
My cleaning then makes guilt hit me; the fact that I am cleaning, trying to get rid of any trace of him, implies that what I’ve done was wrong.
It was harmless him coming here, well on my side it was, but why did I feel like it was cheating?
When I am done, I hop in the shower. The warm water soothes my tense muscles.
When I am done, I hop in my pajamas before going downstairs, rummaging in the pantry, and grabbing a baking dish.
I peel and cut potatoes and prepare them for potato bake before sliding the tray into the oven.
I start rummaging through the freezer, grab some steaks out, and put them on defrost in the microwave while steaming some vegetables.
Before I know it, it is 5PM. They said they would be home by three. I keep staring at the clock, dread filling me, and I wonder if they know about Sam and if that is why they are late.
They wouldn’t kill him, would they? Sam said they wouldn’t, but Eli might get angry enough if he knew about him.
I pull the steaks from the microwave and start heating up the frypan before placing them in. The steaks sizzle as they cook.
“Is there a reason you have decided to cook and clean like an obedient housewife?” Eli says, walking in and making me jump, not hearing them come.
“God, something smells nice,” Cyrus says, walking in behind him.
“So, what did you do? Kill somebody, break something? Why are you being not you?” Eli asks, reaching for me. His hand grabs my wrist as he pulls me to him.
“You okay?” Cyrus asks, and I finally remember how to speak.
“Yes, I was just bored,” I tell him, standing on my tippy toes and pecking his lips.
His brows furrow, confused, before he looks at Eli, who shrugs.
I turn back to the frypan turning the steaks, and Eli leans on the counter. I am very aware of his watchful eyes. I know I look guilty; I can feel him trying to figure out what I have or haven’t done as he stares at my back.
“No, something is up. What is going on, Addie?” he asks, and I look over my shoulder at him.
“Nothing, Eli. I am just cooking. Why is that a bad thing?”
“It’s not. I just want to know why you have suddenly shown an interest in doing anything other than sulking about being stuck here.”